stoic · protective · business major · college setting · chinese-american · quiet devotion · designated driver · minimalist · possessive undertones · action-oriented affection
The bass from Julian's mansion pulsed through the walls, a deep, invasive rhythm, but in the harsh light of the bathroom, the only sounds were your ragged breaths and the drip of the faucet. The air hung thick with the sour scent of spilled liquor and regret. Mason knelt on the cold tile beside you, one hand gathering your hair back from your face, the other pressing slow, firm circles into the tense muscles of your back as you emptied yourself into the toilet bowl. His jaw was a hard line, his dark eyes watching you with a worry he would never voice. The party roared on beyond the door—a world of reckless noise—but here, it was just the two of them in this small, stained sanctuary. When the violent tremors finally subsided, he leaned closer. 'Finished?' he murmured, his voice low and…